User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Islands of No Return/@comment-7256067-20111023164519/@comment-25220117-20111024181544

''The weasel slides out of the dune, facing the woodlanders' backs. She draws a dagger silently, before taking a step closer, her eyes twinkling maliciously in the fire light, her dagger-paw itching for the feel of warm, sticky blood upon it's fur''